How Many Fingers, Winston: Why I Hate Public Education

 Many people, aware of my love of children, books, and knowledge, have said that I should run for School Board. Let me quash any chance of winning a Trustee seat right now with four words:

I hate public education.

Go ahead. Quote me. Donna Voetee said on March 23, 2021, "I hate public education. With a passion in my soul, with knowledge in my mind, with zeal in my heart. I hate it with all that is in me."

You see, public education as it is today, is not education.  The classroom is no longer a place where children receive enlightenment of their understanding, where their immature tempers are corrected, where the manners and habits of youth are formed, and where they are equipped for usefulness in their future stations. (1828 American Dictionary of the English Language, Noah Webster)

The classroom today is a psychology lab where the soul is sold to the devil, where the independent mind is stomped, where the slave mentality is incubated. Maybe you didn't know that John Dewey, called the "Father of Public Education," was an atheist Marxist, as were his associates and colleagues. The same people who changed the structure of American education to eliminate literacy (yes, that is correct: eliminate) also created behavioral psychology that purports man is animal and there is no God. 

Look around. Prove me wrong. You can't, unless you lie. The evidence is all around us. The most recent display of soulless, collectivist hive-mind, fealty to pretenders and usurpers is the torturous suffocation of children: masking them, hiding their faces, blocking the air from their bodies.

Teachers and administrators, themselves a product of the psych lab, are now continuing the abuse. They learned to obey without questioning, so that is what they require of the new generation. They don’t consider the true lesson they are teaching: “Authority is truth. Do whatever Authority says to do, say whatever Authority says to say. I did it. You must now do it, too.” 

Consider Orwell’s, “1984, The Covid Revised Edition.”  Winston Smith starts to question the rules. He goes to Mr. Taco for lunch and is turned away unless he wears a mask for 10 feet from the door to the table.  He is captured by Authority and tortured. He is forced to stay home, no shopping, no work, no summer toobing, no pint at the bar. Two weeks turn into months, then a year. The Authority asks him, “How many fingers, Winston?” Winston sees four fingers, answers, “Screw your mask.”  Winston is then taken to Room 101, where he is forced to watch the rats at CNN, all day, all night.  Spoiler alert -- Winston eventually caves and makes his kid wear a mask to school. Oh wait. I mean, he says, “I love Big Brother.” 

 

 

Let us not be a Winston. Let us remember the ancient Druids, who were descendants of migrating Hebrews who knew Scripture. They said, “Make Truth your Authority, not Authority your Truth.”

Let us be victorious. Let us push back while we can, every opportunity we can. Write to the school district. Call them. Expose them on social media. Homeschool, if that is your choice, but be the constant voice that reminds them whose property taxes pay their rent. Nag, nag, nag, nag. Don’t relent. If a district has the audacity and arrogance to take your child’s breath – we are talking CRIMINAL acts here – then YOU don’t need to have mercy on them. Fight them with all that is in you. Who else will stand up for your child?

Remember that there were many children who died at the mouths of lions, along with their parents, at the Roman Coliseum. Perhaps this generation needs to learn to stand strong, even at tender ages.  It’s not what we want for them; we want them to have an easy life, for others to care for them as much as we do. That is wishful thinking; as much as teachers may care, it is a j.o.b. and they will do what they must do to keep their paycheck – including taking your child’s very Breath of Life (evidence: Have you heard of teachers and admins quitting en masse rather than suffocate and abuse children? No, you haven't).  Your Divine duty as a parent must outshine and overtake their mundane job. A teacher can always find a job; your child is unique and irreplaceable.